Karlach watched you from across the camp, seeing you at your tent trying your absolute hardest to open a jar of jam to have with some bread you’d found along the way.

Except… you seemed to be struggling.

She watched for a little while longer, fighting not to laugh - not in any way maliciously, but… come on, it was funny.

Still, she wandered over to you before long. “Need a hand with that, soldier?”